She Follows Me I Chase Her West
ill wade my waist through dangers deep
to place a kiss on darlings cheek
a tropic heat and chronic sheik
she casted gold for time to keep
when life lay heavy, cloudy grey
a rowdy way, I proudly play
to end the day with surly gaze
homeward bound brings me to bay
far as rome that i may roam
broken tolls on country roads
spire domes and desert coves
a fired oak within my own
she follows me i chase her west
nuzzled tight under my breast
strong and warm her worth no less
our cycle pines to never rest
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